Being his mother - when he goes away I would not hold him overlong, and so Sometimes my yielding sight of him grows O So quick of tears, I joy he did not stay To catch the faintest rumor of them! Nay,...
When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she, - "It's unpolite, when they's Company, To say you've drinked two cups, you see, - But say you've drinked a couple of tea."
Donn Piatt - of Mac-o-chee, - Not the one of History, Who, with flaming tongue and pen, Scathes the vanities of men; Not the one whose biting wit Cuts pretense and etches it...
"Wasn't it a funny dream! - perfectly bewild'rin'! - Last night, and night before, and night before that, Seemed like I saw the march o' regiments o' children,...
All seemed delighted, though the elders more, Of course, than were the children. - Thus, before Much interchange of mirthful compliment, The story-teller said his stories "went"...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the time Of the clockworks of my nature, I desire to say that I'm A weak and sinful creature, as regards my daily walk...
Tomps 'ud allus haf to say Somepin' 'bout "his mother's way." - He lived hard-like - never jined Any church of any kind. - "It was Mother's way," says he, "To be good enough fer me...
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand - No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they Are men of different stripe...
Jap Miller down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit! When he starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit! - 'Pears like that mouth o' his'n wuz n't made fer nuthin' else...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress, His loosened collar, and swarthy throat; His face unshaven, and none the less, His hearty laugh and his wholesomeness, And the wealth of a workman's vote! ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress, His loosened collar, and swarthy throat, His face unshaven, and none the less, His hearty laugh and his wholesomeness, And the wealth of a workman's vote! ...
On old Brandywine - about Where White's Lots is now laid out, And the old crick narries down To the ditch that splits the town, Kingry's Mill stood. Hardly see Where the old dam ust to be;...
"I was born in Indiany," says a stranger, lank and slim, As us fellers in the restarunt was kindo' guyin' him, And Uncle Jake was slidin' him another punkin pie...
They's nothin' in the name to strike A feller more'n common like! 'Taint liable to git no praise Ner nothin' like it nowadays; An' yit that name o' her'n is jest As purty as the purtiest -...
W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl, An' she wuz named Red Riding Hood, 'cause her - Her Ma she maked a little red cloak fer her 'At turnt up over her head - An' it 'uz all...